Friday Before Lunch 2 (Miller's Revenge) by slither

[PhilMarlowe]

Friday Before Lunch 2 (Miller's Revenge) by slither

Prologue.
Well, as you know, we'd already seen a grown up naked adult Woman, in the shape of our gorgeous Drama teacher, and almost got in trouble for that. But, even though we had been bitten, we wasn't finished. We'd had fun doing it to her, and because of that, we'd gotten the hunger for looking at nudity. Now, we wanted more, so we decided to set our sights, on a less troublesome venture's.
We just didn't want to see them naked, we wanted to do the stripping for ourselves.
The actual stripping was the fun part, the naked victim was the prize of our exploits No Female was safe in her clothes, with us about, not that they knew it yet, of course.
It was basically the same 15 of us as before, and it was on a very need to know, hush hush basis.
By this time, our ages were still about 13, going on 7.
Every girl our stripping gang saw, we wanted to secretly strip, and we always wondered what certain girls, looked like with no clothes on, and we would set our plans out accordingly, ie whom we were going to strip next, etc etc. We even had a strip list pool.
We were very secretive, like secret agents, and we treated it, the same way, at least until our trap had been sprung.
We wasn't going to do anything to them...just look, that is what it was all about..strip and oggle, that is all.
We had already planned to strip another Girl, that sat opposite us, in our class, whom was obviously about our age. Of course, little did miss upper snotty nose know, that she was initially going to be our first school girl victim, down at the local play park on the way home from school, in a few days time, but something happened, that changed our planned target, too another Girl, and This was more like one of those happy accidents, ie totally unexpected for us the actual perps, and especially embarrassing for the Recipient, and she bloody well deserved it to!.
It was basically an eye for an eye thing, and again we were just boy's being boy's, and at that age we still knew no different...Yes, it was still wrong though. Although we had big plans, it didn't stem much beyond this first victim. The Strip gang, was disbanded after this outing.
We got this bitch, so well, and as it turned out, not many other girls liked her, so when they heard about it, they were happy that this Little Miss High an mighty, had eventually been taken down a peg or two.
But, you always get jumped up upstarts like that, in all walks of life, and not always in School, quite often, out here in the adult world to.

So, without further ado, if you are sitting comfortably, i will begin.

One upon a time, One lunch time, a long time ago, a big group of us 2nd year Boy's, comprising of about 30 (Including the 15 strip gang members) of us in all, perhaps more!, had all divided into Two teams, and were happily minding our own business playing a rather enthralling game of Crab Football..
It was being played in the School Gymnasium.
There were no teachers to supervise us, we didn't need them,and we were behaving ourselves. It was Red's against the Blue's. It was always Red's against the Blue's, mainly because, we didn't have any other coloured tabards to wear.
Often even the Green and Yellow houses wore Red and Blue.....Work that one out!!!.
Suddenly our fun began to vanish, because suddenly we were being irritated by a few of the older Girls, from the 5th year (3 years above us), whom were spying on us, from their own changing room doors. (The Boy's changing room was one side of the Gym, and the Girls, visa versa!)
They were giggling as excited Girls do, thus opening and slamming their changing room doors, and shouting all sorts of rude sexual innuendo's at us.We tried our best to ignore them.
This whole incident didn't have to happen, and Would have been so easy to avoid. All they had to do, was leave us alone.
Then the wolf whistles started, then their screaches and screams got louder, as they tried to look up inside the legs of our baggy shorts, because most of us Boy's had nothing on underneath...and it showed, with most of us, especially the more endowed.It was easier, and more comfortable to play Crab Football that way. It's hard to play Crab Football with under pants on, especially with all that crawling about on our backsides, against a hard wooden floor.
Lets just say, that it isn't easy being a bloke sometimes.....Things get squashed!!.
We didn't expect to be abused by a group of silly Girls, especially when they were a couple of years older then us.
You would have thought at that age, they would be a bit more grown up.
Without asking, they followed each other, thus walking right across our playing area in their White Sport Shoes, Long regulation School Skirts, and regulation School blouses, and then sat tantalisingly upon a vaulting Horse down at the far end, just watching us, giggling and whispering, as if secretly making plans.
One of them seemed to fancy one of us, but not me, no one that i knew fancied me, not that i was ever aware of.
There were Six of them, altogether.
I think they were prefects, and supposed to be on prefect duty, and they shouldn't have been in there at all, they were over stepping their bounds.
Of course, they had a ring leader, and without her couldn't function properly, or at least have someone to look up to. She was the Red Head, or Ginger top, with all the big Girl talk, prompting her mates to copy her, which they did blindly. She was very good looking. Quite a few of the boys were secretly in loved with her, but she was still a bitch.
It was becoming impossible for us to enjoy our game, they kept up their stupid comments,and finally to get noticed, they stole our one an only Ball,and refuse to give it back,thus running off into their changing rooms with it.
At first we didn't bite the way they wanted us to, so instead we just gave up playing, thus, no Ball, no game!.
Us little boy's had been scared away by the big Girls.
If they had only left us alone!!. But, little did anyone know, that the strip gang was there, and our so called leader was called Miller. Well, with game over, most of us Boy's headed for our respected changing room end, some to have a shower, and perhaps to get involved in a game that was happening outside in the yard, away from interruptions by silly Girls, whom should know better.
All of a sudden we heard lots of Male frantic screams, oddly coming from Miller's mouth.
Miller, was one of the so called hard nuts!. Even from way back inside the gymnasium area. It was defanatelyy Miller, sounding like he was crying, screaming for help. We watched as the 6 girls set about him, and before our very eyes, they managed to drag him kicking and screaming into the girls end, then slammed the door, with him trapped in there with them.
"Get off me you effing Bitches!".......There was a mighty scuffle going on in that room, and Miller didn't sound best pleased.
Something untoward seemed to be happening too him, but what, could possibly happen to a rufty tufty like Miller?.
Surely he was too strong for a bunch of mere girls, even if they were a couple years older then him.
From outside, we could hear the Girl's excited giggles, mixed in with Miller's cries for help, and clemency.
There was one hell of a fight going on, and lots of profanities being shouted, mostly coming from Miller's mouth.
"Get off me you Slags!".......Miller shouted out once again, as the girls giggles got louder....."Don't you effing dare!"......he replied. They didn't seem to be listening, just laughing......"Hold him still!"........One of the girls cried out. Then he was screaming with laughter, as if he was now enjoying himself. I know now that they were tickling him, in strategic places.
Still we could hear his wimpy cries for help, but none of us cowards dared to go in there to help him, mainly because the teachers might come back and catch us in there. The Girl's end was always supose to be out of bounds to the Boys, and visa versa for the boys end to the Girl's. Suddenly a chorus of shrill excited giggles and laughter rang out, as if it was from victory.
"Horray!!!!!"......."Youuuu Bitches".......He shouted, as if in shock.
A few seconds later, the doors opened, and out shot Miller, tumbling onto the mats, soaking wet, covering his groin area, and now totally naked.
The Six Girls between them, with the help of some tickling had stripped him, of his shorts and top, and now the little minxes were milking the occasion by waving his shorts" Red tabard, and unlaced Spot Shoes, and socks in the air.
None of us Boy's could believe what a bunch of mere Girls had just done to him,Too Miller.....of all people!.
They stood gloating outside their changing ends doorway, all of them especially the Ginger, laughing their heads off at Millers shocked pre-dick-ument. They mocked him, by putting his shorts over their heads, and smelling his socks and the insides of his Sport Shoes...."Poo...what a stink...you should wash more often!"......We were all very shocked.
Between you and me, It was about time he was taken down a peg or Two, because normally, especially to the weaker Boys, he was a bully, but it didn't mean to say, that we liked a bunch of girls, taking down our leader.
Girls shouldn't be doing that, we were the strip gang, not them.
"Anyone else wanna try...little Boy's?".....Shouted the Ginger head leader, thinking that she was invincible.....Well, she was, up until then. ....We're all invincible, until we're not...arn't we?.
"Bitches!".....He shouted, still trying to cover up his exposed manhood, as they rubbed salt into his humiliation by wolf whistling their aproval at him.Red faced he ran back to our end, where he dried himself off, and covered up his exposed dangly bits up, with a spare pair of shorts.
He was angry, but a smile grew upon his lips, he wasn't the sort, to just leave things in this way.
"Right...that's it Boys, Follow me if you want to see some Ginger pubic hair!...i know exactly where to find some"....he sneered. .....It was quid-pro-quo time!.
Blindly we followed our leader back into the Gym, and over to the Girl's side, where Miller yanked open the big doors, then like a General he yelled at the top of his voice....."Get em Boy's, their all ours!"
We all burst in, cheering and yelling. We had taken them all by surprise. They shrieked hysterically as we seperated them, and chased them everywhere. Miller was hell bent on revenge......."Get out!"........they kept shouting, now we easily outnumbered them about 30 to 6.
Miller was going to have his satisfaction, one way or another.
Even though we were now out of bounds, it was too late, Miller just didn't give a shit, and if the shit hit the fan much more, then, if we had to, we could always blame it all on him. The leader, should always take the blame.
The Girl's ran dementedly in Six different direction. We caught all of them bar one, but after a few minor struggles, and the odd bit of tickling above their clothing,with Miller's instructions we let them go. He wanted the Ginger, their leader, and the main instigator of what they did to him. In return for our leniance, the other Girl's joined up with us, and thought it would be fun to helped single their leader out, and eventually after a lot of screams and cries, they managed to frog march her out of the doors, and into the main gym area, where they threw her down onto the mats.
"She's, all your's boys!"....Now, betrayed and all alone and completely surrounded by all of us Boys, and screaming hysterically. Now the odds had suddenly jumped up, to 36 too 6.
Miller was gloating now, stood out in front, as we all stared down at her, looking back up at us. Suddenly her cocky smiles had left her face. She was at Millers mercy, and only he knew, what he had in mind for her. This was all about him...his revenge....."Right...my turn Bitch!".......He sneered, as we stood behind him, raring to go.
I was a bit nervous, in case a teacher might come in, but i didn't want to lose face, in front of him, and the others, or i might not live it down. It might be easy to make friends, but it is much easier to lose them.
She must have seen a gap, and tried to run through our weakest link of boys, but all she did was run into pur very tight wall.
Miller had turned the tables on her, and was in charge...."Hold her !"..he commanded, within seconds, with the help of her prefect friends too, we had her pinned and laying, flat out on the mats, all ready for Millers revenge. She couldn't move.
She was swearing at us, and her so called friends, and trying to struggle, but, it was all in vain, as we were far too strong for her. Miller knelt down beside her, and very casually started to undo her blouse buttons, as he grinned into her face, showing her, it was now, him, that was in control. Without any remorse he opened up her blouse, allowing Two lads to pull it off and away from her bare shoulders and arms. Miller then pulled her bra aside, and over her head, instantly revealing her nice big breasts. That was a nice sight, for all of us to see. He then grabbed Two handfuls of her large breasts.
"Take your hands off me"......."It was you who wanted to play with us boys"...Her friends were knelt down beside us, giggling as he massaged her breasts, against her will....."Co, what lovely big Tit's she's got"...Miller remarked.
She was laying back, now, pinned down, and at our mercy. She was on her own, but still struggling, ie valiant to the last.
"Go on boys, she's all ours......cop a feel of her"...soon our many greedy hands were all over her. touching her in places, where we shouldn't have been touching her. Miller knew more about Girls then the rest of us, and we had no problem with him taking the lead. My eyes were on the door, watching out for spy's, or teachers walking around. Millers hands were boldly going more and more intrusively in and out of her garment, still with her breasts on display, he was looking for more devilment. We all took it in turns to cak-handedly play with her tits, just like Miller had showed us.Hers were the first pair of breasts, i had ever touched. I had seen lots, mostly in mucky mags, but never touched any. I was feeling a bit greedy, and had more then my share. We were like a pride of Lions, feeding on a kill on the Savanah. As we helped ourselves to her lovely delights, Miller, was unbuttoning her long skirt, and very slowly revealing her thighs, and dark Blue knickers
Another boy, reached up, and dragged those panties,and her School skirt down, at the same time thus revealing a large wad of ginger pubes, and smooth bare thighs..
She had so much hair, that it was encircling her belly button almost. She was a very hairy Girl, especially for her age.
With her skirt and panties gone, i couldn't believe what Miller did next, which was something we swore we'd never do....Miller suddenly delved his fingers in between her legs, and began to slowly masterbate her. It is obvious to me now, that he had done this to Girl's before. Suddenly he stopped, and pulled his fingers away, the sniffed them, and grinned....
"Cor lads...smell that!"...we all took a sniff. I had never smelt anything like that before then, of course i have since, many times. She might have been reluctant, but she was as wet as hell. At the time, i didn't understand, what Miller had just made her do with his fingers, but now i know, that he had made her cum, against her will, i had never seen that before. Never even heard of such things before. To me, it was just the stripping, and the nudity, that floated my boat. I wasn't ready for that level yet...."You.....bastards"...she kept calling out in breathless tones...as if she was moaning about something, a bit like....."Oh..oh, oh no..ooh" and.."Oh...god no!!"....I didn't understand the funny noises, she was making. She had her eyes closed, and when opened, they were rolling, as if trying to look up inside her head, as if not taking any notice of us, and in a world of her own. No longer putting up a struggle, as if consigned to her fare, at least for the mean time.
Apart from her white Gym Shoes, she was completely naked. Hands were all over her, in and out of various parts, joining Millers fingers, as